“The host has come to the days of your old pretending.”
Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, and put down the polished Shiwang drive in his hand.
After finishing speaking, Chen Mo came to an empty square, took out the divine light stick and shouted loudly: “Dija!”
Yukino Yukino: “My turn, draw a card!”
Kasumi Hill Shiyu: “theworld!”
Eri Sawamura: “Henshin!”
Kaguya Shinomiya: “This is an equivalent exchange!”
Kato Megumi: “Walking in the dark, serving the light, everything is empty, everything is allowed!”
Why is the flower of the high mountain of the academy addicted to playing cards? Why did famous fiction writers twist in strange poses? Why are famous painters in the industry inseparable from toys? Why do rich daughters believe in alchemy? Why do ordinary passers-by wear cloaks?
And why did Yangyang Huaxia frequently appear in the Xiuxian sect?
Looking at this gradually becoming strange world, Chen Mo said that all this has nothing to do with him.